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Jan. 6th, 2005 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Few things are sweeter than anticipation.
I feel like one of those little Scottie dogs mounted on a magnet. The pull is incredible. And the push of the matching pole is almost tangible. I told Neme that it's like a living thing hanging in the air. The only thing that keeps me from losing my fucking mind is the flush of his face as he turns from me, because I know he's feeling it too.
This is probably the most horrible thing I've ever done. And quite possibly the most satisfying. And I think its because I've no memory of anyone EVER being drawn to me like this, and feeling the same way at the same time. Not in real life.
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Date: 2005-01-06 09:55 pm (UTC)1958 Easy St.
Fort Mohave, AZ 86426
Things from the 60s and 70s were pretty familiar to me in my house. My family never seems to throw anything away. But I don't think we ever had those.
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Date: 2005-01-07 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-07 01:36 pm (UTC)